ONE DAY EACH WEEK
Six pairs of knickers to her name
Yippee – it’s Saturday again!
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes when I write a shortie I have a eureka moment - this happened when I wrote My Ewer (a serious one) and it happened again with this one. I just burst into a smile whenever I read it - simple with such a daft concept - wish I could write more like this. Is it just British humour or does it travel? Please let me know what you think and do be honest.
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My first laugh of the day Michael, thank you.
You can't beat a laugh.
HI UNCLE MIKE ~ VERY DROLL FOR A FRIDAY MORNING ! ANGELAS are colour coded ! Saturday BLACK : Sunday WHITE : Monday BLUE : Tuesday PINK : Wednesday LILAC : Thursday YELLOW : Friday RED ! I'm smiling now : for the memory : Friday RED for DANGER ! Yours as always BRIAN ! Dont forget to ADD to the (con)FUSION ! Please chuck todays POEM on CAR SENSE IN WINTER !
Love the idea of colour coded - do they have back and front printed ion them? Thanks Brian - will look other postings later today.
Thanks Uncle Mike : NO they just have AMO 🧡 TU ! I should be so lucky its a pity ANGELA is over 11,000 miles away "Ill have a Blue Christmas without HER !" Yours BRIAN !
Ooh this time of year and all?! She's a saucy gal. Bit chilly for it. Swoon! heehee.
Don't swoon on a Saturday !!
It travelled as far as worcestershire thats for sure. Big grin but no breeze. Oh well, on the positive side theres next saturday to look forward to.
Whitbourne Hall, Worcs - family connections - must check it out - did it reach there? Cheers Dusk
I used to live in Whitbourne Hall in the 90's... disgracefully small world we live in.
My wifes nephew has an apartment there and we are regular visitors = my favourite visits are for Sunday lunch in the main dining hall.- we were last there in September.
i left there in the 90's. i had a first floor apartment at the front beneath the portico. The window above the front door was my huge kitchen. Fond memories of times spent there. The other occupants were such a vauied lot ranging from the austere knobbies to weirdo hippies. We even had a VAT inspector known as the 'ice maiden'. In those days the only use the main rooms got was when the hall was hired out as a wedding venue or such. I do hope that the status of the place has risen and the necessary refurbs are in hand and bringing the place into the splendourous state in which it deserves to be.
Yes it is run as a private company and the apartments are quite spectacular - mostly occupied by professionals. The grounds are well looked after with residents participating in the allotments and the knot garden has been restored to full splendour. Back in the house it is hired out to film companies for shoots and hosts weddings there throughout the year - some quite spectacular backdrops of married couples descending the impressive stairs. Also the communal rooms including the dining room are often used by the residents for entertaining.
Meals are served in the dining room with the Kitchen having been restored. When we have meals in the dining room its like being transported back in time and the Sunday lunches go on all afternoon - food brought through on a superb Victorian trolley. My wifes nephew has the ground floor apartment in the far left hand corner next to the orangerie. It is so unusual to find such a property where the residents own their apartments freehold and directly run the company- there's always a project underway and I seem to recall that new curtains for the lounge are on the list. Sorry if I'm gabbling - should have typed this in word first - not much to view in this tiny box.
Wow - - she has to go without them for one day of the week - - draughty I call that - - - great fun read Mike.
Thanks Fay - she hasn't grasped the concept of turning them inside out - 12 days wear - time to get some washed ! Or sterilised ?
Michael,
Free on Sundays !🤣
Love the painting!
~Laura~
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